August 4th/ Go/ PG-13/ ENDED.

[Hanako]

There was a small snap of elastic hitting skin as Hanako fingers let go of the boy's pants. They ghosted over his skin and lingered on his bruise. Her lustful haze and the dull pain throughout her body had amazingly let her miss it.

The fingers traveled lightly up until gripping his shoulders, but her eyes stayed transfixed on the bruise. It was sickly blue-green for the most part, but the part that she had kicked a couple of times was turning to a dark shade of violet.

"I didn't say that I didn't want you to."
"That is bullsh-," but Hanako's remark was cut off with a kiss. The lust that had been starting to go away came back within those few seconds. His hand cradled the side of her face gently and this time it was Hanako who let out a small moan. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulder.
"I said I wouldn't be any good," he said softly as they broke away.

Hanako wound her eyes shut and tried to sort things out. The pain mixed with lust were hindering any sort of development and instead of letting her get near a decision it drained her of energy.

"But I don't really care right now." Her eyes snapped open and she stared at the boy once again. With her energy leaving all Hanako wanted was a cold shower and some sort of food substance in her stomach. "So, sorry in advance, but I'll leave whether we stop or not up to you," he finished, smiling up at her.

And there was her excuse to stop the thinking and the pain.

"Well if you don't give a shit about fucking around then there's no damn way it would be good," she sighed. Hanako lifted herself up off of him and felt as his hands slid down from her waist to her legs. It sent small shivers through her, but she ignored it.

She grabbed her jacket off of the stage floor and put it on, feeling cold from the sudden lack of warmth. Her hands reached behind her neck and flipped her hair back. Hanako turned around towards the boy and smirked at him.

With a few steps and a bend of her body she landed a quick kiss on his lips. She gave a wink at him, their faces still centimeters apart. "When you really feel like fucking, you should come find me," Hanako whispered.

The sound of her boots bounced off the walls of the auditorium as she walked off of the stage.

[Max]

"Well if you don't give a shit about fucking around then there's no damn way it would be good," she sighed, lifting herself off of him.

Max's hands trailed down her sides as she moved. He saw her shiver slightly, his smirk tugging a corner of his lips up. She snatched up her jacket from somewhere next to Max's head -- the boy making no move to pull himself up from the stage floor just yet -- and slung it on quickly. The purple-haired girl flipped her hair and wound around the face Max again, smirking as well.

Anyone that saw this scene -- and only this one, not the part where I lost my shit and backed out -- would have believed they really had fooled around on the stage. Satisfied smirks on both of their faces, it would have been the most talked-about piece of gossip by lunch time.

"Hey did you hear about that knew guy in the acting division getting it on with some purple-haired girl on the stage?!"

No. That didn't need to happen. When Max and this girl encountered one another again, it would be in private, hopefully in her room or some closet somewhere -- Max had no idea what his roommate would say or do if he found out, and he was trying to make a decent impression on Sora. Also fucking on the top bunk -- with Max's luck -- would get them tossed to the floor in a pained heap.

The girl moved forward quickly, bending down -- giving Max a rather lovely view -- and kissing him once again. Max wasn't given the chance to kiss her back before she pulled away, winking at him.

"When you really feel like fucking, you should come find me," she whispered, their noses nearly touching.

Just as Max was going to kiss her again, the girl pulled away, walking away from him. Max pushed himself off of the floor, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion while he watched the girl walk away, standing in the middle of the stage with his sweats slung low and shirt discarded -- looking ridiculous, in other words.

The boy called after her, "How am I supposed to find you if I don't even know your name? I'm Max," he sounded vaguely hopefully, wanting to know the girl's name. "Max Kimori."

[Hanako]

"How am I supposed to find you if I don't even know your name?" Hanako could hear his voice call out as she was halfway towards the door, "I'm Max. Max Kimori." She paused in her steps and turned to him again. He was standing, basking in the light that filtered through the windows. His sweat pants were enticingly low on his hips and it almost made Hanako want to go back up there and tear them off.

But she rejected that thought. "And here I thought a dipshit like you could figure it out, what with all those shit rumors people piss around," Hanako laughed. She continued her way up to the side doors that lead in and out of the auditorium. When she got to the doors Hanako spun on her heals and leaned her back up against the door, opening it slowly with her weight. "Hanako. My name," she yelled, a smile on her lips. Then she disappeared.

[Max]

She turned on her heel again, her eyes raking over Max's body. He did nothing to stop her, after all, he'd enjoyed more than just the view she'd given him.

"And here I thought a dipshit like you could figure it out, what with all those shit rumors people piss around," she laughed, walking slowly toward the exit, her back to the brunette again.

Rumors? What rumors? And why am I a dipshit?

Before Max had the opportunity to ask the girl what she meant by all of that, she had wheeled around to face him again, pressing her back against the door and cracking it open just a sliver.

"Hanako. My name," she called to him, smiling, before slipping out of the room.

Max's lips twitched. Hanako.

The boy nearly shouted after her again, but she wouldn't have been able to hear him out in the hallway. Sighing, he pulled his sweater over his head again, stuffing his shirt and iPod back into the pockets of his sweats, ignoring the feeling of his sweats brushing against him. Ignoring it. Please, God, let me be able to ignore it.

Although he had been in a shitty mood when he woke up that morning, the close encounter with Hanako -- it felt better knowing her name -- had left him slightly dizzy. His blood rushing in the entirely opposite direction of his brain wasn't helping much, either.

He had a feeling that the next time he saw her would be sooner than he had originally planned. Max glanced down again, wrinkling his nose. There was no way he was going to try to make his was back to his dorm in his current state -- Sora probably waiting to mock him -- but he really had no where else to go.

The boy jumped down from the stage, moving quickly to one of the chairs still covered in shadows. If anyone came in early -- be it for rehearsal or something like what Max had gotten himself in to -- they wouldn't be able to see him immediately. Sitting down, the brunette contemplated sleeping, but with the entire morning running past him on repeat, he decided it was a futile effort. His hand toyed with the waistband of his pants, wondering what Hanako would think if she knew about what he was planning to do.

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